Gold Stars (JB, girl!Joe/Nick, NC-17)
title: Gold Stars
pairing: Nick/always-a-girl!Joe
rating: NC-17 (YEESSSS I WROTE SOME PORNNN. Remember when this used to be ALL I wrote? -_-;;)
warning: Incesty genderfuck. TITTY FUCKING. (Is that a warning or incentive?)
summary: Nick enjoys whacking off to thoughts of his pretty big sister Jo. The sad thing is, that's the perfectly normal part of this day.
date: 10/21/10
notes: Beta/cheerleading/inspiration/asskicking credit to theskyturnsred. This would have languished in the WIP box forever but for her. <333
Nick has never admitted it, even to himself, but he thinks his sister is the prettiest girl. Jo isn't like other girls - she's not dainty but not overbearing; she's sweet and wicked and quiet and loud all rolled into one person. She's attractive, Nick thinks, in a way that goes beyond physical beauty, the way their church youth pastor is always talking about. She's even modest, most of the time, except for those few times where she thinks being immodest will be to her advantage, but she stopped wearing those low-cut tops in her theater teacher's class after she found out he's gay. (Nick had maybe laughed at her for a whole week.)
But there are some times when Jo's not even trying to seek attention when Nick just has to stare at her. He's still sort of trying to get used to him and Jo not just being two halves of the same entity, anymore, a progression that began somewhat precipitously when she started her first period three years ago. Before that, Jo was just Jo - an asexual extension of Nick's asexual self, sharing a brain and a love of leaping out from behind trees to nail Kev with their Super Soakers. But that day when Jo came, whimpering a little, and curled miserably into bed with Nick, who was only twelve and hadn't even had The Talk yet, and murmured simply that she hated being a girl, they had to sort of split into two separate people, Jo the girl and Nick the boy. Jo started changing really fast after that, becoming soft and curvy in strange places, until it got to the point where mom softly and firmly told Nick that his sister needed privacy, for Nick not to just walk into her room anymore because, well, she might be changing clothes, honey, or might not be dressed, like Nick hadn't seen his sister naked or all but, a thousand times before. Jo sort of became this forbidden thing, and she and Nick might have drifted even further apart were it not for Nick's disease. Quietly, and in the dark of his room at night where no one else will know and Nick figures God will forgive him, Nick is grateful to his body for falling apart when it did. It sort of sucked Jo back to him, made her stick close to him like glue, like she hadn't in almost a year, and Nick knows that it was him being sick that made Jo neglect all that growing-up stuff and just be Nick's sister again.
He knows that's selfish, but now, the way things are, he can't be all that sorry. Jo is around all the time, Nick's best friend, and she always looks out for him, even though she's no longer bigger than him. She's still his big sister, and Nick admires her so much. She's smart and fun, and she's what Nick thinks all girls should be.
She's still just a little bit foreign, though, a little mysterious, her year of solitary girlhood and subsequent two years of growing physical differences between them making her a sort of unknowable creature - his sister, but in a body he doesn't quite understand. At first Nick just kind of thought it was a little weird, disturbing maybe, seeing her fill out. But then she went through a phase where she wore only skinny jeans and t-shirts, started straightening her hair, and all of a sudden the uneasy swirl in Nick's stomach every time he saw her changed subtly into this low, pleasant heat, his feelings all tangled up, but not uncomfortable. She's still Jo, still cuddles next to Nick on the couch when they watch movies, still flings her arm companionably over his shoulder and leans heavily against him sometimes, calling him "old chum" in her awful attempt at an English accent. They still tickle and play-fight, still tease, and as Nick gets a little bigger and stronger, starts working out some, he's got to the point where he can even pick her up, flop her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes until Jo goes limp and surrenders. That's probably his favorite part about growing up differently from his big sister - the height and weight advantage.
Nick's started really noticing, though. Started noticing her. Jo will be sitting doing her homework or playing a video game with Frankie and Nick will catch himself just looking at her, following the line of her throat or the curve of her smile, the way her mess of loose curls shakes when she talks, emoting with her hands. Sometimes Nick will catch a peek of a lacy bra strap underneath her tank top, and that pleasant ache will start up in his gut again, and he'll have to look away. She's just so girly, though, and girls, well...
Fourteen was pretty bad, but fifteen is worse, and Nick sometimes feels like he's going to go crazy trying to ignore all the fifty billion signals his body sends him every day. Just looking at a girl is enough to get him hard some days; sometimes even thinking about one makes him need to put down his school work and ask mom to be excused for a bathroom break, so he can splash some cold water on his neck and pretend he doesn't care about girls in short skirts, or girls in bathing suits, or girls in dresses, or girls, period. He tries to keep his mind pure, he does, he works really hard at it and is mostly proud of himself. But when his body finds a way of twisting nearly everything into sex (last night he watched Jo suck a spaghetti noodle between her lips and had to sit through half of dinner willing away his hard-on), it's really pretty hard not to look at Jo in one of her skimpy little pajama camisole-and-shorts sets and not notice her long, long legs and the way her breasts shift fluidly when she isn't wearing a bra.
Nick doesn't get much time alone - three siblings and a stay-at-home mom limit one's privacy - and he feels still a bit vaguely guilty about doing this, anyway, all those fire-and-brimstone church services still getting to him sometimes and making him wonder just how far he's supposed to keep himself sexually pure til marriage. But maintenance is maintenance and Mom is out of the house with Frankie and Kevin and Jo are downstairs playing cards. Nick begs off needing a nap, ignoring his sister's exaggerated pout and whine that they really need THREE people to play Go Fish properly, Nicky, don't you want to try to beat us at cards? And it almost works, but Jo tosses her hair over her shoulder almost challengingly, exposing the bare curve of her neck over her beater, and Nick feels a shiver down his back that's like the warning shot he gets before he embarrasses himself. She's been more handsy than usual all day, draping over Nick's shoulders and prodding and poking him, play-boxing him, and she's only in these short little jean shorts and that thin tank top, her bra straps slipping down her shoulders now and again, vivid purple against the grey fabric of her shirt. It's just...Nick's just been on edge all day and he doesn't think it'd be very smart if he stayed down here in proximity to Jo.
So Nick apologizes, then turns and beats it up the stairs before Jo can really get started, slips into his room and snicks the door shut. Finally.
He figures he has about an hour until Jo gets bored with cards and comes upstairs to flop across him in bed and wriggle around til he wakes up (which is standard Jo procedure for waking Nick up, although Nick doesn't think he can really take it today). An hour all to himself is an almost unheard-of luxury for Nick, and he intends to make the most of it. If he's lucky, get can get off and still catch an actual nap, too, even though he isn't really all that sleepy just now. He's hoping he will be. He thinks a little nap will make him feel better, snap him out of the distracted state he's been in all day.
Stripping down to just his boxers, he stretches out under his covers and closes his eyes, letting his mind wander for a few minutes until he could find something worth thinking about. It wasn't hard. He'd been kind of itchy and turned-on all day, maybe something to do with his levels, though he doesn't really think that's it. It's partly annoyance about a paper he's writing for school, partly Jo just being in his space all the time, and he loves her, adores his big sister with almost idolatrous love, but he's just...lately he's been thinking about her a lot, too much, noticing her with an all-over prickle on his skin that means he's doing something he isn't supposed to do. He and Jo are so close and it hasn't been a problem, really, before; and Nick hates that even just being around his sister, his own sister, makes his body sit up and take notice. That's not right. But it's not entirely avoidable, either. He thinks Jo would forgive him if she knew.
Nick's not thinking about anything specific, just impressions: soft skin, long hair, curves. He likes curvy girls. He's pretty much completely on board with boobs of all shapes, sizes, and descriptions, but he likes them best when they're perfectly round and not too big, just enough where he could fit them in his hands. He tries to keep his mental images non-specific, because even though he indulges himself like this, he doesn't really want to test God's patience by perving on anybody in particular. He figures it's pretty disrespectful to actually think about real people, like he's taking advantage of them somehow (even though Jo is constantly on about Daniel Craig this and David Henrie that, and, ew, they've actually met those people, Jo, how can you think about doing that with them?). Besides, it's harder right now to try to envision a set of boobs in particular and not see Jo's. His sister, she's just...she's such a girl, filled out really really nice. Where Nick's coming out all muscle in his arms and abs, Jo got the soft roundness of a girl's thighs and ass and breasts, perfectly proportioned, even if she is constantly on about, oh, my ass is sooo huge. Nick thinks she's perfect. He's always thought she's perfect.
He groans, his dick stiffening up in his shorts, and he finally reaches his hand down into his shorts and curls his fingers around himself, pulling out one long, lazy stroke. He shivers all over, skin pricking up in goosebumps, already hyper-sensitive. He wants to take this slow, draw it out a little, because who knows when he'll get to do this again. But even so it probably won't take as long as he would like. He never lasts very long when he has to go more than a couple of days without. That's probably for the best, honestly. His mind is clearly uninterested in obeying what he tells it, keeps drifting off to his sister, which admittedly has never grossed him out the way he thinks that it should, but still, he doesn't want to dwell. It's not Jo's fault she's really pretty and Nick can't control his stupid hormones so that his body thinks his own big sister is somebody he should be thinking about while he jerks off.
But, Jo's fault or not, she's stuck in Nick's head, and it's distracting trying to fight off those images while still trying to think of something sexy. He tightens his hand around himself and tries just thinking about a pretty body - little waist, long legs in a miniskirt and thigh-high socks, like Jo's striped ones she wears in the fall. It's kind of unfair that she can get away with such skimpy clothes, rolling her skirts up at the waist to shorten them by inches just the second she's out of mom's sight. Even then, though, they're not...they're not slutty, because Jo just wears them to be cute, because she likes to show off the little designs at the top of her socks. It's not like she does it to get attention. But Nick can't not think about it now.
He gives up and just holds onto that image as he sets into a steady, quick rhythm: the strip of Jo's tan skin that shows between the bottom of her skirt and the top of her socks, like a silent little mystery, taunting. Nick's legs are just pale and roped with muscle from playing soccer, nothing like the smooth fullness of Jo's thighs. It's just another way they're different, another way Jo is a girl, so obvious in the tiny things, even if most days it's easy to forget she's not just like Nick. When they're just goofing around, being brother and sister, they're so alike in the way they think and the things they say. And then suddenly Jo will stretch and Nick's eyes will be drawn to her shirt stretching tight across her chest, and her shirt rucking up to show a sliver of her smooth, toned belly...
"Oh...god..." Nick breathes, hit sideways with it, harder than he was expecting. He speeds his strokes on himself, dick going wet at the tip with the sudden punch of arousal, thinking about all Jo's skin. He's not even trying not to think of it, now, because the images are stuck and, god, they're getting him off so good. Nick's breaths go short and he lets himself wander where he doesn't like to go, where he'll feel guilty for going, later. He thinks about...about touching her, about tracing his fingertips around the edges of her high socks, touching that warm, soft skin, running his fingers up higher, up the insides of her thighs. He wonders...he wonders what that's like. Touching a girl there. Seeing a girl there. He's only seen...pictures, a video or two. None of them were things he sought out, and he thinks those girls...he thinks those girls probably aren't very much like Jo. Those girls are...they're just blanks, just nameless, soulless actresses, their only function to look good on a screen. They're not real people that Nick could touch. Jo, Jo's real; today she's been almost TOO real, too close and just...just there whenever Nick turned around. Her smile, her laugh, the smell of her shampoo when she leaned over Nick's shoulder to read what he was reading earlier. She's in Nick's head, and now he wonders what she'd feel like, smell like, taste like, and...and...
He bites his lip hard and comes, way, way faster than he wanted to, even faster than he thought he would. His eyes squeezed shut, he focuses on not making any of the noises that are crowding in his chest, because damn, that was good. He trembles and shakes as he gets his hand and his belly and his boxers sticky with cum, not as careful as he usually is, not as neat. He sighs heavily when the last wave passes, just tugging lazily on his dick until it's too much. He lays there with his eyes still lidded, breathing heavy and damp in his quiet, dim room, letting the last tremors roll over him, shudder through his arms and legs. He's right in the twilight between the good feeling of orgasm and the guilt he knows is coming, just floating in the bliss for a last few precious seconds before he has to return to the real world, in which he has to pretend that he hasn't just gotten off thinking about his sister's private parts.
And then his door pops open and Jo sneaks in. Nick's heart gallops up his throat when he hears the doorknob turn and he slits open his eyes, freezing completely in his bed, to see Jo tiptoeing across his carpet in clear attack mode. God, Nick's only been up here like twenty minutes, maybe; she can't just leave him alone for a while?
The answer to that question is obviously no. She creeps up to the bed - Nick has to give her credit: if he really was asleep by any freak chance, he'd never hear her coming - and then just stands there looking down at him while Nick fakes sleep harder than he's ever faked it in his life. He's gotten good at it over the years, good enough to even fool mom, but Jo's always been able to call Nick out on it, the jerk. Nick keeps his breathing deep and even, though it's nearly killing him; his heart is going about a million miles an hour in his chest, with leftover adrenaline and now panic that Jo will figure out what Nick's been up to. He wouldn't normally be that bothered about it - Jo knows he does this, Nick knows Jo does this, although the exact mechanics of how Jo does this continue to elude Nick - but it's...it would be really awful, he thinks. Like somehow Jo would know what Nick was thinking of, just by looking at him.
He must fool Jo, though, because she doesn't immediately tell Nick to stop pretending. She shifts her weight a little and Nick thinks she's about to jump on him, braces himself and just prays she doesn't knee him in the nuts, but she doesn't. Instead she crawls onto the bed, careful and quiet and barely dipping the mattress at all, to loom over Nick, a hand and a knee braced on each side of him. Nick's heartbeat only kicks up harder. Jo's put her hair into low pigtails that swing down to either side of Nick's face, and he can smell the perfume of the straightening stuff she puts in it, a few tiny wisps of hair tickling at his cheeks. He struggles not to flinch.
"Niiiiickyyyyyy," Jo whispers, soft but getting louder with every syllable. "Niiiiiiiiiiiiiickyyyyyyyyyy! Baby brooooootherrrrrrrr. Are you sleeeeeeeping?"
Nick feigns waking up, grumbling at Jo and shifting a little under the blankets. He's still holding his dick under there, but doesn't dare move his hand away lest Joe see the movement and realize where his hand was. "I was," he mumbles up at Jo, not opening his eyes, just willing her to go away, please.
"Liar," Jo says, a smile in her voice. She moves around on the bed a little; Nick thinks she's leaning down close to him. Then, suddenly, she drops her weight flat on him, knocking the wind out of him and pressing down uncomfortably on his wet, oversensitive dick. Nick hisses, louder than he means to, and it must startle Jo a little because she freezes. Nick wriggles desperately.
"Jo, Jo, get off," he says, voice strained, cracking his eyes open to look at her, reproachful and anxious. Jo blinks at him rapidly, then hefts herself back up on all fours, leaving Nick to heave a breath, relieved--
And then she leans back on her knees and tears the blankets down. Nick squawks and yanks his hand back, up, out of his shorts. He couldn't have damned himself better if he'd actually tried. His face heats, burning with blush, as Jo just looks down at him, eyes widening. There's still cum on his fingers, God.
"Oh," Jo says, sounding a little breathless. Nick squirms, trying to get away from her scrutiny, but she just sits more heavily on his thighs and surveys the mess he's made, what hasn't been obliterated by the blanket, staining his boxers and pooled in his navel. Nick's breath hitches up his chest.
"Jo, get off of me," Nick pleads. He may as well be talking to the headboard for all the attention Jo pays him. No, instead she kind of blinks at him again, then glances up at his face once before reaching out and pulling down the top of his shorts, "Jo, what are you doing?" Nick's hand, the one still wet with his jizz, snaps down reflexively, grabs her wrist to stop her.
"I just wanna see!" she says, like that explanation actually makes the slightest bit of sense. She's already seeing, way more than she should, Nick's dick softening and glistening wet, lying up against his stomach looking obscene. Nick feels woozy with the blood rush to his head, confused and upset and wanting more than anything to hide from her, from where she's just sort of staring at him.
"Wow, Nicky," she says, in an awed tone that only makes Nick blush harder. She tears her eyes away from his dick, looking up at him with an almost startled expression. "That was a good one, wasn't it?"
"Jo!" Nick says, distressed; his sister can occasionally be wildly inappropriate, that isn't new, but this...
"It looks like it was," she continues as if he hasn't said anything. She touches at a shiny, slippery streak of his come on his stomach, making his muscles twitch and his fingers tighten reflexively around her wrist. "Do you do this enough, Nicky?"
Nick covers his face with his free hand and shakes his head. "Jo..."
"No, I'm serious, Nicky! You don't, do you?" She sighs, like Nick's just told her he forgot to eat breakfast and she's about to lecture him about taking care of himself. "You're a growing boy, Nicholas. You need to--"
"Jo!" He looks at her through his fingers, incredulous.
"What?" She feigns innocence, not very well. "Everybody does it."
"Yeah, yes, okay, but I don't come into your bedroom and look down your underwear and tell you how to do it!"
Jo just grins. "Aw, Nicky, you'd do that for me?"
Nick only blushes harder, his eyes skipping away from her face, and he sees her blink out of the corner of her eye. "Oh," she says, in a different tone, and Nick's heart flutters in terror. "You would?" she asks, but it's not...it's not the tone he's expecting. It's not disgust or freaking out, at all. She almost sounds interested.
"No, Jo, I would not!" Nick cries, trying to defend himself, but Jo's selective hearing is back. She's looking at his dick, again, rubbing at the shiny slick wetness starting to dry on his skin, and then ghosts her fingertips against the thin, vulnerable skin of his cock. He makes a choked sound.
"I can show you how to do it, Nick," she says, and her voice has changed again, dipped down into a register he doesn't recognize, making her sound more adult than she is. "Better. Better than what you've been doing."
Nick swallows hard, reflexively. He is not entirely sure he wants to know what Jo is saying she can teach him. He doesn't know if they should even be talking about this.
"Jo," he says in what he thinks is a reasonable way, "you're a girl. How do you--"
"Exactly," is all Jo says in reply and, grinning, sits back on Nick's thighs and starts to pull her shirt off one-handed. Nick is so stunned by this that it takes him a second to realize she's jostling at his hand, where he still has a grip on her wrist and where her shirt is now tangled up over their hands. He lets go, more out of instinct than out of any real desire to comply, and she drops her shirt off the side of the bed, shifting around a little to pull the blankets down some more.
"Jo, what are you doing?" Nick asks, helpless, his eyes drawn inexorably to Jo's chest, her sleek satiny bra with the little dangling jewel in between her breasts. The deep purple color of it is even more vivid against her skin than it was against her shirt.
"What?" Jo says again, and then frowns a little at her hand and then raises it to her mouth and licks the edge of her hand, pink tongue darting out. Nick feels his heart start hammering as he realizes she's licking off a little spatter of his come that he transferred to her wrist. Oh my god. "I don't want my shirt to get dirty!"
"Your shirt isn't...we're not gonna do anything to get your shirt dirty! Put your shirt back on!"
Jo pouts at him. "Whyyy? Don't you like my boobs, Nick?" she asks, like she does every time she dons a new, ridiculous sumo wrestler costume or cop uniform for one of their sound checks and models it for Nick, asking him petulantly, Don't I look gorgeous, Nicky? Wouldn't you date me? She's squishing the cups of her bra together a little and making a deep little valley of cleavage appear between her breasts. Nick hasn't...hasn't seen Jo without a shirt on (for longer than it takes to do a costume change, anyway) in...well, probably close to a year. Her boobs look bigger, somehow, when there's no shirt on them, nothing between them and Nick but a flimsy, silky purple bra. Nick is horrified to feel blood rushing to his dick, starting to fill it again, and only realizes when Jo laughs a little that he's been staring at her chest. "You do like them," she says, grinning huge and looking down at them herself. She nods in satisfaction. "They are pretty fabulous, she says, then raises her eyebrows at Nick. "Wanna feel 'em?"
"Wh-what?"
"Have you ever touched a girl's boobs, Nicky?" she presses. "Miley's?"
"Wh--no! We. We never...no. Jo, please," Nick protests faintly, squirming uncomfortably, feeling way too mixed up and weird. This is clearly all some great joke to Jo and Nick knows he's being laughed at, when he barely has any idea what's going on or how he should be acting right now. He feels like a stupid little kid, and he...he doesn't feel this way around Jo a lot. He pretty much hates it.
Jo stops shifting around, and she leans over Nick, her pigtails swinging down again, looking him in the face with an open, concerned expression. "Nicky...I just wanted to help," she says, sounding for the first time unsure. "I'll go, if you want me too."
Yes, YES, says Nick's rational brain, even as a deep part of him does not want to see her boobs get covered up again. But mostly Nick just feels kind of guilty for putting that little frown between her eyebrows and at the corners of her mouth. Nick has no idea what's going on, but...but he loves Jo, and he trusts her, and he doesn't want her to look like that. He wriggles a little, again. Then he huffs a sigh, a little shaky.
"No. You don't...don't have to go, Jo, just..." He flops his head back. "What is it you wanna show me?"
"Lots," Jo says, and all trace of uncertainty is gone from her voice and she's smiling again. "Here." She picks up his hand, the cleaner of the two, and puts his palm against her breast, the satiny bra feeling slippery beneath his palm. "Now, Nicholas," she says in a snotty teacher voice, "this is a breast, a mammary gland, and it is where milk for babies comes from, I don't know if you knew that--"
Nick scowls, squeezes at her, just to spite her, only...only then it hits him. He's groping Jo's boob. There is a boob in his hand. Oh god. It's...she's soft, beneath the edge of her bra, warmer than she is on her arms or legs. The skin is different, smoother and more delicate, all her heat seeping through. She squeaks a little when Nick clutches at her, then grins at him, her eyes bright.
"You're learning quickly, my young apprentice," she says, and now she sounds like Yoda. A really lame imitation of Yoda. Nick rolls his eyes at her, but he can feel his whole head prickling with heat. "Easier, Nick," she says after a second, just in her regular voice again, only maybe a little breathy on the ends of words. "Just squeeze a little. Oh." Nick complies and her breath catches. It's easier for him to just follow her instructions than it is to think. "Uh. Yes. Like that. Very well done. Gold stars."
Now that Nick's actually doing it, it feels less weird somehow. Like, it's just Jo. It's just his sister. That should, he is aware, make it about fifteen different levels of weird, but he can't actually be that embarrassed in front of Jo. Sure, she's a girl, and there are little bits and pieces of her, of her girlyness, that Nick doesn't understand and that make her foreign. But really, she's just the same girl he put in a headlock earlier today after she gave him a wet willy.
It's just Jo.
And she is so. Pretty.
All of her skin is a really nice even olive tone, like their mom's when she tans in the summer, and where Nick is all pale, sharp angles, Jo's torso is curves of muscle and the dips of her her hipbones above her little shorts. Nick's hands itch to touch her all over, just feel her skin, because it even looks like it would feel different from Nick's own. His breath catches a little and he reaches out tentatively with his other hand, waiting for Jo to stop him. She doesn't. She just watches, waits for Nick to take both her breasts in his hands and knead at her, hesitant. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it as her brow creases again, but this time not from concern.
"Like...like that?" Nick asks her, fascinated with the flickering expression on her face and the flutter of her heartbeat under his hand.
"Yeah, Nicky," she says, nodding. Her lip is reddening up where she was worrying it between her teeth, and there's a little pink hue creeping across her nose. Nick watches all of it until she flicks her eyes up to his and smiles at him lopsidedly.
"D'you think about this?" she asks in a hushed tone. "About girls' tits?" She leans forward into his hand like she can't quite help it, arching her back a little, and Nick's dick is definitely stiffening up now.
The word makes him blush a little more. He's never heard Jo say that before, so it seems dirty, but she says it carelessly, like she's comfortable with it in her mouth. He nods, can't be anything but honest with her when she's looking at him like that, her big dark eyes so familiar but the look in them different than any he's ever seen.
"What else do you think about?" she cajoles him, reaching back behind her like she has an itch. Nick's not paying any attention, so the movement doesn't strike him as important. "Anybody in particular?"
"N-no," Nick lies, and then suddenly her bra has gone slack and she's skimming the straps of it down off her arms. She was unhooking it, Nick realizes, and now the only things holding it up against her are Nick's hands. "Uhhmm," Nick murmurs brilliantly. She laughs a little, reaches up and tugs the bra away, tossing it carelessly to one side. Like it's nothing. Like she isn't sitting half-naked on Nick with his dick going--no, gone hard between them and Nick's fingers just inches from her bare, dark nipples. She's perfect, and Nick wants to touch her so bad.
"No?" she repeats, clearly not believing him. "Suuure, baby brother. Whoever it is, you can pretend I'm her. If you want." She shimmies down the bed a little, more laying along the length of Nick's legs, her head propped up on her hand over his stomach. She smirks up at him. Nick's head spins. "This girl you don't think about. What does she do when you're not thinking about her?"
Her lips are twitching a little with her smile, but before Nick can get offended that she's laughing at him, she slides her free hand up, curls it around his dick. Her fingers are thinner, a little more delicate than Nick's, but they have the same shape, blunted tips, and her palm is warm and dry against him. Nick's breath huffs out like he's had it knocked out of him, and he shudders head to toe. The only thing he can even think just then is, Yeah. This is better.
"Does she not do this?" Jo asks, and she's teasing him mercilessly but Nick can't even care. He can't believe she's..."Or this?" she continues, circling his cock with just her thumb and forefinger and gliding it up and down the length of him. Nick twists his hands in the bedsheets.
"J-Jo," he mutters. "How...where did you learn...?"
"Somebody nice taught me," she says, eyes glittering up at Nick. "And I think somebody nice should teach you, too! I'm nice, right Nicky?"
Nick groans and flops his head back, and Jo just laughs. "You do think I'm nice," she preens, sounding incredibly happy about it, like she was really in doubt and Nick's just reassured her. She gets her knees back under her and sits up again, flipping one of her pigtails back over her shoulder, and she looks...she looks like a wet dream and she's so warm and solid on Nick's legs. He can't stop himself propping up on one elbow and reaching out to touch her stomach, like it's a foreign object. Her muscles twitch and she gasps, Nick's hand trailing up over all that nut-colored skin. His hand looks really white against her left breast when he shapes his hand to the curve of it.
"You do think I'm nice," Jo repeats, in that low, smoky tone of voice that sounds so totally different from her normal one. It makes Nick shiver, makes him nod, makes him forget that he should be caring that this isn't just in his head anymore.
"Yeah," he replies, and he sounds like a little kid even to himself. But Jo's eyelids dip a little and she smiles at Nick again, this time not a trace of mockery around her mouth. She reaches up the hand that is not still curled loosely around Nick's dick to bury her fingers in his hair, pet him gently. Encouraged, Nick makes an unsure sound even as he leans in and puts his lips to Jo's left nipple, kisses her there. The skin is pebbly and strange against his mouth, against his tongue as he licks her there and her nipple tightens up. Her breathing's gone funny.
"Nick," she sighs out, and Nick cups her other breast, Jo's fingers tightening in his curls as he licks that nipple, too. He digs his fingers in a little, squeezing at her, and yeah, these are exactly the sort of boobs he likes. Jo's are perfect, the perfect size and shape and weight, the perfect feeling in his hands. "Oh god, Nicky. Yeah. That's..." Her head sags forward, chin toward her chest as her mouth falls open. Nick watches, fascinated, still kneading at her tits. He brushes his thumbs across her nipples and she hisses; his cock flexes in her hand.
It would seem more messed up if Nick could think about anything but how gorgeous she looks. She's always gorgeous, but even more so now.
She presses into his hands a little more. Nick kisses at all her soft, pliant skin, the side of her neck and her cleavage when he presses her breasts together, licking her breastbone just because it seems like the thing to do. He can't even think at all, anymore, just wants to bury himself in his sister, wrap up in her softness. He isn't even aware of Jo tugging on his hair for a moment, and he grunts, grumpy, when she finally manages to pull his face out of her tits.
"Nicky," she says, breathless and amused. "Lay, lay back. Here." She coaxes him down, flat on his back, though he resists a little at first. He wants to stay close to her. She laughs a little and pulls his elbow out from under him so he flops down the rest of the way. "There. Jeez, just do what I say for once." She clambers up a little, fishes in Nick's nightstand for a little bottle of lotion even Nick had forgotten was there. He tries to reach for her again, wants her to lay on top of him, rub their skin together, but she ducks out of his hold. "Huh-uh. My turn," she says.
She warms lotion between her palms and then runs it up Nick's cock, base to tip, hand over hand. Nick groans, louder than he means to, and glances surreptitiously toward the closed door. "Don't worry," Jo says, adds more lotion, not rubbing it in, just using it to make Nick slick. "Kev went out to the store to get snacks. You know that takes him forever."
She's talking about their big brother going grocery shopping while she slides her hand up and down his dick, like it's the most normal thing in the entire world. Her little hand is warm and wet and moving on him fast; Nick's hips buck up, jostle her a little where she's sitting on his thighs. Her boobs bounce fluidly, and Nick does it again, mesmerized. He thinks, that's what she'd look like if she were riding his dick; every time he thrust up into her, he'd make her tits bounce like that, obscene.
She seems to realize what he's doing, smirks a little. She's blushing all over her cheeks, now, and her eyes look darker than normal in her face. "Typical boy," she says, but it's affectionate and warm, so Nick doesn't think she actually minds. She lets go of his cock - Nick whines a little in his throat and she shushes him gently - to lean up over him on hands and knees. Her hair hangs down in two dark curtains, her boobs swinging a little below her chest, and Nick just has time to wonder what she's doing before she leans down, presses her breasts against his lower stomach, rubs her chest back and forth over his dick. Nick makes a strangled sound and ruts up without even meaning to, his cock slipping against her soft, soft skin.
"Mmm, hang on," she says softly, sounding out of breath. She shoves her boobs together, traps his dick between them. "Okay. Now try."
Shaking, Nick rolls his hips up, and...shit. Jo's tits around him make this perfect little space for him to fuck into, slick with lotion and now precum. He can see it welling up on the tip of his cock as it slides up through Jo's cleavage, flushed and wet against her skin. She looks up at him and that alone nearly makes Nick lose it, seeing her look at him with his dick caught between her boobs.
"Is that good?" she asks, and she's really asking, she's genuinely curious because of course she doesn't know for real, she doesn't have a dick. And all Nick can even manage in reply is a low, ragged moan and another thrust of his hips. "Oh," she says, seeming startled, and then grins, pushes her tits together just a little tighter. "You can, Nick," she says breathlessly, and it's all the permission he needs. He starts fucking her tits, jarring her a little with every thrust. She's so warm, her skin soft and hot around him, and this is...this is what it's like, Nick thinks, what it's like to fuck a girl. Tight, hot, wet. He wonders if Jo's like this inside, if she's even tighter, maybe. He wonders if she'd let him do that, too, open her up with his fingers and his tongue and his dick...
"Jo, Jo!" he groans, jerking into her breasts with mindless, sharp thrusts as the mental images swamp him, too much. It's not much of a warning, but it's all he can manage before he throws his head back and comes, spurting into the space between her tits, just as if he were coming into her cunt. He ruts up, once, twice more, shooting off a couple more times before he's just twitching and shaking with aftershocks. He sighs heavily, his heart pounding, and then pries his eyes open to see her, see what she looks like, see what he's done. There's...there's come everywhere, pearl-white and slick, dripping down the front of her tits where she's still got Nick's cock pressed between them. There's a stripe of it up her throat all the way to her chin. She looks filthy, and she's smiling, her eyes black with dilation.
"Oh my god, Nicky," she whispers, and sits up slow, lets his dick slip out from its nice tight spot. She looks down at herself, drags a finger through the come slipping down her chest and sucks it off her finger. She licks her lips, leaving them wet, and Nick wishes it were humanly possible to get hard again that fast, because she is unbelievably hot. She grins at him again, wicked. "You came a ton."
Nick lies there panting and looking up at her in disbelief as she licks a few more drops of his spunk off her knuckles. He can't take just looking at her anymore, sits up and reaches for her. She looks startled, then laughs a little when he curls his trembling fingers into her shorts and starts pulling them open. "Nicky, Nick, you don't have to--" Her voice turns into a hitching groan when Nick worms his fingers down inside her pants, feels that her little white panties are soaked through with her wetness. He looks up at her with wide, shocked eyes, and she bites her lip a little, almost embarrassed.
Nick withdraws his hand, takes her by the waist, and flips them, tossing her down on the bed with a bounce (her boobs bouncing for another couple of seconds afterward). She gasps as Nick gets between her legs and wrestles down her shorts, but then she seems to snap back to herself and lifts her legs and hips, hooking her thumbs into her panties and peeling them down too. Nick throws them frantically in the floor, and then he just stares.
He didn't know that Jo shaved. He didn't know that girls really do look like that. He didn't know they got that wet, so that he can see the shine of her slick in the light. He reaches out and pushes open her thighs a little more, and she lets her legs fall open, watching him. He can't believe she really looks like this. He can't believe how much he wants to touch her.
"Nick," she whispers, and he looks up, sees her looking back at him, hair flung dark from her pigtails against the pillow. She's still spattered wet with his come, and she already looks like she's been fucked hard, all flushed and spread out for him. She bites her lip again and reaches a hand down, spreading herself open with her fingers. Nick can see how pink and wet she is. He edges closer, slides his hand up to touch her tentatively, slip his finger up and down her opening. Jo gasps, puts her hand over his and guides his fingers up to her clit. She shudders the second he touches it, tipping her head back and grabbing at the pillow with her other hand. "Oh, god, Nick."
Nick crawls up her body a little, not withdrawing his hand. He circles a little clumsily at her clit, making her jerk involuntarily now and then, as he leans down and licks off some of his own come from her right breast. She sucks in a trembling breath. He makes a little face at how it tastes, bitter salt-sweetness, but he cleans off her tit before he starts licking at her nipple, slow and soft. Jo's whole body arches and she makes a broken little sound, and Nick finds that this is even better, with Jo beyond speaking and him calling the shots. He feels out her hole, where she's wettest, and slips his middle finger inside. There's no resistance, she's too slick, but she's tight, god, even just around his finger. He wonders what it would be like to get his dick in there.
Her hips rock down on his finger, getting him deeper, and she lets go of the pillow to grab at his arm instead, her fingernails biting into his muscle. Her chest is heaving up and down with her breathing, Nick lapping at her soft tit, sucking just a little on her nipple, not expecting her to moan so loud. She sounds...she sounds kind of slutty like that, and it's nothing at all like Nick was expecting. He wants her to keep sounding like that. He licks his way across to her other nipple, sucking harder on it, and she's fucking herself down hard on his finger, grinding on him, whimpering.
"Nicky, oh god, oh, more, please!" she begs, so Nick tries to fit another finger into her, prods at her with his forefinger, too, until it slips in alongside, stretching her out, almost too tight around him. Jo's fingers tighten almost painfully around Nick's arm and she nods frantically, eyes squeezed shut, putting her other hand on her clit and rubbing. There are wet sounds from those hurried little movements, from Nick fucking his fingers into her over and over, and he can't stop tasting her, sucking open-mouthed kisses along the curves of her breasts and sucking on her nipples helplessly. He grazes one with his teeth and then circles it with his tongue and then Jo is howling, her legs clamping up around Nick's hand and arm and...and her muscles inside squeezing him, pulsing and fluttering around him while she writhes.
Nick goes still in shock, mouth slack and wet against her tit, while she rides it out. Finally her groans subside into panted breaths and Nick can feel her body's pulses slowing, tapering off. He had no idea that's what it felt like for a girl to come. He can't even wait til he can be inside, feel that around his dick as he's shooting off. He wonders if maybe Jo will let him do that, next time.
She blinks open her big dark eyes and smiles up at him, sloppy with weariness. "Wow," she says, flinching a little as Nick slowly pulls his fingers out of her. She stretches languidly while he looks at his shiny-wet fingers. Laughing, Jo sits up and pops them in her mouth, one after the other, sucking them clean. Nick blinks at her, utterly shocked, and when she just smiles at him, surges forward and kissing her, licking at her lips to taste her. She sighs and kisses back, lets him sweep the inside of her mouth with his tongue, shivering. Biting his lip a little, she pulls back to look at him.
"So many gold stars, Nicky," she says, grinning big and wicked. "You totally wanna date me, don't you?" she asks, teasing him. Nick can only duck his head and blush, and Jo laughs.
pairing: Nick/always-a-girl!Joe
rating: NC-17 (YEESSSS I WROTE SOME PORNNN. Remember when this used to be ALL I wrote? -_-;;)
warning: Incesty genderfuck. TITTY FUCKING. (Is that a warning or incentive?)
summary: Nick enjoys whacking off to thoughts of his pretty big sister Jo. The sad thing is, that's the perfectly normal part of this day.
date: 10/21/10
notes: Beta/cheerleading/inspiration/asskicking credit to theskyturnsred. This would have languished in the WIP box forever but for her. <333
Nick has never admitted it, even to himself, but he thinks his sister is the prettiest girl. Jo isn't like other girls - she's not dainty but not overbearing; she's sweet and wicked and quiet and loud all rolled into one person. She's attractive, Nick thinks, in a way that goes beyond physical beauty, the way their church youth pastor is always talking about. She's even modest, most of the time, except for those few times where she thinks being immodest will be to her advantage, but she stopped wearing those low-cut tops in her theater teacher's class after she found out he's gay. (Nick had maybe laughed at her for a whole week.)
But there are some times when Jo's not even trying to seek attention when Nick just has to stare at her. He's still sort of trying to get used to him and Jo not just being two halves of the same entity, anymore, a progression that began somewhat precipitously when she started her first period three years ago. Before that, Jo was just Jo - an asexual extension of Nick's asexual self, sharing a brain and a love of leaping out from behind trees to nail Kev with their Super Soakers. But that day when Jo came, whimpering a little, and curled miserably into bed with Nick, who was only twelve and hadn't even had The Talk yet, and murmured simply that she hated being a girl, they had to sort of split into two separate people, Jo the girl and Nick the boy. Jo started changing really fast after that, becoming soft and curvy in strange places, until it got to the point where mom softly and firmly told Nick that his sister needed privacy, for Nick not to just walk into her room anymore because, well, she might be changing clothes, honey, or might not be dressed, like Nick hadn't seen his sister naked or all but, a thousand times before. Jo sort of became this forbidden thing, and she and Nick might have drifted even further apart were it not for Nick's disease. Quietly, and in the dark of his room at night where no one else will know and Nick figures God will forgive him, Nick is grateful to his body for falling apart when it did. It sort of sucked Jo back to him, made her stick close to him like glue, like she hadn't in almost a year, and Nick knows that it was him being sick that made Jo neglect all that growing-up stuff and just be Nick's sister again.
He knows that's selfish, but now, the way things are, he can't be all that sorry. Jo is around all the time, Nick's best friend, and she always looks out for him, even though she's no longer bigger than him. She's still his big sister, and Nick admires her so much. She's smart and fun, and she's what Nick thinks all girls should be.
She's still just a little bit foreign, though, a little mysterious, her year of solitary girlhood and subsequent two years of growing physical differences between them making her a sort of unknowable creature - his sister, but in a body he doesn't quite understand. At first Nick just kind of thought it was a little weird, disturbing maybe, seeing her fill out. But then she went through a phase where she wore only skinny jeans and t-shirts, started straightening her hair, and all of a sudden the uneasy swirl in Nick's stomach every time he saw her changed subtly into this low, pleasant heat, his feelings all tangled up, but not uncomfortable. She's still Jo, still cuddles next to Nick on the couch when they watch movies, still flings her arm companionably over his shoulder and leans heavily against him sometimes, calling him "old chum" in her awful attempt at an English accent. They still tickle and play-fight, still tease, and as Nick gets a little bigger and stronger, starts working out some, he's got to the point where he can even pick her up, flop her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes until Jo goes limp and surrenders. That's probably his favorite part about growing up differently from his big sister - the height and weight advantage.
Nick's started really noticing, though. Started noticing her. Jo will be sitting doing her homework or playing a video game with Frankie and Nick will catch himself just looking at her, following the line of her throat or the curve of her smile, the way her mess of loose curls shakes when she talks, emoting with her hands. Sometimes Nick will catch a peek of a lacy bra strap underneath her tank top, and that pleasant ache will start up in his gut again, and he'll have to look away. She's just so girly, though, and girls, well...
Fourteen was pretty bad, but fifteen is worse, and Nick sometimes feels like he's going to go crazy trying to ignore all the fifty billion signals his body sends him every day. Just looking at a girl is enough to get him hard some days; sometimes even thinking about one makes him need to put down his school work and ask mom to be excused for a bathroom break, so he can splash some cold water on his neck and pretend he doesn't care about girls in short skirts, or girls in bathing suits, or girls in dresses, or girls, period. He tries to keep his mind pure, he does, he works really hard at it and is mostly proud of himself. But when his body finds a way of twisting nearly everything into sex (last night he watched Jo suck a spaghetti noodle between her lips and had to sit through half of dinner willing away his hard-on), it's really pretty hard not to look at Jo in one of her skimpy little pajama camisole-and-shorts sets and not notice her long, long legs and the way her breasts shift fluidly when she isn't wearing a bra.
Nick doesn't get much time alone - three siblings and a stay-at-home mom limit one's privacy - and he feels still a bit vaguely guilty about doing this, anyway, all those fire-and-brimstone church services still getting to him sometimes and making him wonder just how far he's supposed to keep himself sexually pure til marriage. But maintenance is maintenance and Mom is out of the house with Frankie and Kevin and Jo are downstairs playing cards. Nick begs off needing a nap, ignoring his sister's exaggerated pout and whine that they really need THREE people to play Go Fish properly, Nicky, don't you want to try to beat us at cards? And it almost works, but Jo tosses her hair over her shoulder almost challengingly, exposing the bare curve of her neck over her beater, and Nick feels a shiver down his back that's like the warning shot he gets before he embarrasses himself. She's been more handsy than usual all day, draping over Nick's shoulders and prodding and poking him, play-boxing him, and she's only in these short little jean shorts and that thin tank top, her bra straps slipping down her shoulders now and again, vivid purple against the grey fabric of her shirt. It's just...Nick's just been on edge all day and he doesn't think it'd be very smart if he stayed down here in proximity to Jo.
So Nick apologizes, then turns and beats it up the stairs before Jo can really get started, slips into his room and snicks the door shut. Finally.
He figures he has about an hour until Jo gets bored with cards and comes upstairs to flop across him in bed and wriggle around til he wakes up (which is standard Jo procedure for waking Nick up, although Nick doesn't think he can really take it today). An hour all to himself is an almost unheard-of luxury for Nick, and he intends to make the most of it. If he's lucky, get can get off and still catch an actual nap, too, even though he isn't really all that sleepy just now. He's hoping he will be. He thinks a little nap will make him feel better, snap him out of the distracted state he's been in all day.
Stripping down to just his boxers, he stretches out under his covers and closes his eyes, letting his mind wander for a few minutes until he could find something worth thinking about. It wasn't hard. He'd been kind of itchy and turned-on all day, maybe something to do with his levels, though he doesn't really think that's it. It's partly annoyance about a paper he's writing for school, partly Jo just being in his space all the time, and he loves her, adores his big sister with almost idolatrous love, but he's just...lately he's been thinking about her a lot, too much, noticing her with an all-over prickle on his skin that means he's doing something he isn't supposed to do. He and Jo are so close and it hasn't been a problem, really, before; and Nick hates that even just being around his sister, his own sister, makes his body sit up and take notice. That's not right. But it's not entirely avoidable, either. He thinks Jo would forgive him if she knew.
Nick's not thinking about anything specific, just impressions: soft skin, long hair, curves. He likes curvy girls. He's pretty much completely on board with boobs of all shapes, sizes, and descriptions, but he likes them best when they're perfectly round and not too big, just enough where he could fit them in his hands. He tries to keep his mental images non-specific, because even though he indulges himself like this, he doesn't really want to test God's patience by perving on anybody in particular. He figures it's pretty disrespectful to actually think about real people, like he's taking advantage of them somehow (even though Jo is constantly on about Daniel Craig this and David Henrie that, and, ew, they've actually met those people, Jo, how can you think about doing that with them?). Besides, it's harder right now to try to envision a set of boobs in particular and not see Jo's. His sister, she's just...she's such a girl, filled out really really nice. Where Nick's coming out all muscle in his arms and abs, Jo got the soft roundness of a girl's thighs and ass and breasts, perfectly proportioned, even if she is constantly on about, oh, my ass is sooo huge. Nick thinks she's perfect. He's always thought she's perfect.
He groans, his dick stiffening up in his shorts, and he finally reaches his hand down into his shorts and curls his fingers around himself, pulling out one long, lazy stroke. He shivers all over, skin pricking up in goosebumps, already hyper-sensitive. He wants to take this slow, draw it out a little, because who knows when he'll get to do this again. But even so it probably won't take as long as he would like. He never lasts very long when he has to go more than a couple of days without. That's probably for the best, honestly. His mind is clearly uninterested in obeying what he tells it, keeps drifting off to his sister, which admittedly has never grossed him out the way he thinks that it should, but still, he doesn't want to dwell. It's not Jo's fault she's really pretty and Nick can't control his stupid hormones so that his body thinks his own big sister is somebody he should be thinking about while he jerks off.
But, Jo's fault or not, she's stuck in Nick's head, and it's distracting trying to fight off those images while still trying to think of something sexy. He tightens his hand around himself and tries just thinking about a pretty body - little waist, long legs in a miniskirt and thigh-high socks, like Jo's striped ones she wears in the fall. It's kind of unfair that she can get away with such skimpy clothes, rolling her skirts up at the waist to shorten them by inches just the second she's out of mom's sight. Even then, though, they're not...they're not slutty, because Jo just wears them to be cute, because she likes to show off the little designs at the top of her socks. It's not like she does it to get attention. But Nick can't not think about it now.
He gives up and just holds onto that image as he sets into a steady, quick rhythm: the strip of Jo's tan skin that shows between the bottom of her skirt and the top of her socks, like a silent little mystery, taunting. Nick's legs are just pale and roped with muscle from playing soccer, nothing like the smooth fullness of Jo's thighs. It's just another way they're different, another way Jo is a girl, so obvious in the tiny things, even if most days it's easy to forget she's not just like Nick. When they're just goofing around, being brother and sister, they're so alike in the way they think and the things they say. And then suddenly Jo will stretch and Nick's eyes will be drawn to her shirt stretching tight across her chest, and her shirt rucking up to show a sliver of her smooth, toned belly...
"Oh...god..." Nick breathes, hit sideways with it, harder than he was expecting. He speeds his strokes on himself, dick going wet at the tip with the sudden punch of arousal, thinking about all Jo's skin. He's not even trying not to think of it, now, because the images are stuck and, god, they're getting him off so good. Nick's breaths go short and he lets himself wander where he doesn't like to go, where he'll feel guilty for going, later. He thinks about...about touching her, about tracing his fingertips around the edges of her high socks, touching that warm, soft skin, running his fingers up higher, up the insides of her thighs. He wonders...he wonders what that's like. Touching a girl there. Seeing a girl there. He's only seen...pictures, a video or two. None of them were things he sought out, and he thinks those girls...he thinks those girls probably aren't very much like Jo. Those girls are...they're just blanks, just nameless, soulless actresses, their only function to look good on a screen. They're not real people that Nick could touch. Jo, Jo's real; today she's been almost TOO real, too close and just...just there whenever Nick turned around. Her smile, her laugh, the smell of her shampoo when she leaned over Nick's shoulder to read what he was reading earlier. She's in Nick's head, and now he wonders what she'd feel like, smell like, taste like, and...and...
He bites his lip hard and comes, way, way faster than he wanted to, even faster than he thought he would. His eyes squeezed shut, he focuses on not making any of the noises that are crowding in his chest, because damn, that was good. He trembles and shakes as he gets his hand and his belly and his boxers sticky with cum, not as careful as he usually is, not as neat. He sighs heavily when the last wave passes, just tugging lazily on his dick until it's too much. He lays there with his eyes still lidded, breathing heavy and damp in his quiet, dim room, letting the last tremors roll over him, shudder through his arms and legs. He's right in the twilight between the good feeling of orgasm and the guilt he knows is coming, just floating in the bliss for a last few precious seconds before he has to return to the real world, in which he has to pretend that he hasn't just gotten off thinking about his sister's private parts.
And then his door pops open and Jo sneaks in. Nick's heart gallops up his throat when he hears the doorknob turn and he slits open his eyes, freezing completely in his bed, to see Jo tiptoeing across his carpet in clear attack mode. God, Nick's only been up here like twenty minutes, maybe; she can't just leave him alone for a while?
The answer to that question is obviously no. She creeps up to the bed - Nick has to give her credit: if he really was asleep by any freak chance, he'd never hear her coming - and then just stands there looking down at him while Nick fakes sleep harder than he's ever faked it in his life. He's gotten good at it over the years, good enough to even fool mom, but Jo's always been able to call Nick out on it, the jerk. Nick keeps his breathing deep and even, though it's nearly killing him; his heart is going about a million miles an hour in his chest, with leftover adrenaline and now panic that Jo will figure out what Nick's been up to. He wouldn't normally be that bothered about it - Jo knows he does this, Nick knows Jo does this, although the exact mechanics of how Jo does this continue to elude Nick - but it's...it would be really awful, he thinks. Like somehow Jo would know what Nick was thinking of, just by looking at him.
He must fool Jo, though, because she doesn't immediately tell Nick to stop pretending. She shifts her weight a little and Nick thinks she's about to jump on him, braces himself and just prays she doesn't knee him in the nuts, but she doesn't. Instead she crawls onto the bed, careful and quiet and barely dipping the mattress at all, to loom over Nick, a hand and a knee braced on each side of him. Nick's heartbeat only kicks up harder. Jo's put her hair into low pigtails that swing down to either side of Nick's face, and he can smell the perfume of the straightening stuff she puts in it, a few tiny wisps of hair tickling at his cheeks. He struggles not to flinch.
"Niiiiickyyyyyy," Jo whispers, soft but getting louder with every syllable. "Niiiiiiiiiiiiiickyyyyyyyyyy! Baby brooooootherrrrrrrr. Are you sleeeeeeeping?"
Nick feigns waking up, grumbling at Jo and shifting a little under the blankets. He's still holding his dick under there, but doesn't dare move his hand away lest Joe see the movement and realize where his hand was. "I was," he mumbles up at Jo, not opening his eyes, just willing her to go away, please.
"Liar," Jo says, a smile in her voice. She moves around on the bed a little; Nick thinks she's leaning down close to him. Then, suddenly, she drops her weight flat on him, knocking the wind out of him and pressing down uncomfortably on his wet, oversensitive dick. Nick hisses, louder than he means to, and it must startle Jo a little because she freezes. Nick wriggles desperately.
"Jo, Jo, get off," he says, voice strained, cracking his eyes open to look at her, reproachful and anxious. Jo blinks at him rapidly, then hefts herself back up on all fours, leaving Nick to heave a breath, relieved--
And then she leans back on her knees and tears the blankets down. Nick squawks and yanks his hand back, up, out of his shorts. He couldn't have damned himself better if he'd actually tried. His face heats, burning with blush, as Jo just looks down at him, eyes widening. There's still cum on his fingers, God.
"Oh," Jo says, sounding a little breathless. Nick squirms, trying to get away from her scrutiny, but she just sits more heavily on his thighs and surveys the mess he's made, what hasn't been obliterated by the blanket, staining his boxers and pooled in his navel. Nick's breath hitches up his chest.
"Jo, get off of me," Nick pleads. He may as well be talking to the headboard for all the attention Jo pays him. No, instead she kind of blinks at him again, then glances up at his face once before reaching out and pulling down the top of his shorts, "Jo, what are you doing?" Nick's hand, the one still wet with his jizz, snaps down reflexively, grabs her wrist to stop her.
"I just wanna see!" she says, like that explanation actually makes the slightest bit of sense. She's already seeing, way more than she should, Nick's dick softening and glistening wet, lying up against his stomach looking obscene. Nick feels woozy with the blood rush to his head, confused and upset and wanting more than anything to hide from her, from where she's just sort of staring at him.
"Wow, Nicky," she says, in an awed tone that only makes Nick blush harder. She tears her eyes away from his dick, looking up at him with an almost startled expression. "That was a good one, wasn't it?"
"Jo!" Nick says, distressed; his sister can occasionally be wildly inappropriate, that isn't new, but this...
"It looks like it was," she continues as if he hasn't said anything. She touches at a shiny, slippery streak of his come on his stomach, making his muscles twitch and his fingers tighten reflexively around her wrist. "Do you do this enough, Nicky?"
Nick covers his face with his free hand and shakes his head. "Jo..."
"No, I'm serious, Nicky! You don't, do you?" She sighs, like Nick's just told her he forgot to eat breakfast and she's about to lecture him about taking care of himself. "You're a growing boy, Nicholas. You need to--"
"Jo!" He looks at her through his fingers, incredulous.
"What?" She feigns innocence, not very well. "Everybody does it."
"Yeah, yes, okay, but I don't come into your bedroom and look down your underwear and tell you how to do it!"
Jo just grins. "Aw, Nicky, you'd do that for me?"
Nick only blushes harder, his eyes skipping away from her face, and he sees her blink out of the corner of her eye. "Oh," she says, in a different tone, and Nick's heart flutters in terror. "You would?" she asks, but it's not...it's not the tone he's expecting. It's not disgust or freaking out, at all. She almost sounds interested.
"No, Jo, I would not!" Nick cries, trying to defend himself, but Jo's selective hearing is back. She's looking at his dick, again, rubbing at the shiny slick wetness starting to dry on his skin, and then ghosts her fingertips against the thin, vulnerable skin of his cock. He makes a choked sound.
"I can show you how to do it, Nick," she says, and her voice has changed again, dipped down into a register he doesn't recognize, making her sound more adult than she is. "Better. Better than what you've been doing."
Nick swallows hard, reflexively. He is not entirely sure he wants to know what Jo is saying she can teach him. He doesn't know if they should even be talking about this.
"Jo," he says in what he thinks is a reasonable way, "you're a girl. How do you--"
"Exactly," is all Jo says in reply and, grinning, sits back on Nick's thighs and starts to pull her shirt off one-handed. Nick is so stunned by this that it takes him a second to realize she's jostling at his hand, where he still has a grip on her wrist and where her shirt is now tangled up over their hands. He lets go, more out of instinct than out of any real desire to comply, and she drops her shirt off the side of the bed, shifting around a little to pull the blankets down some more.
"Jo, what are you doing?" Nick asks, helpless, his eyes drawn inexorably to Jo's chest, her sleek satiny bra with the little dangling jewel in between her breasts. The deep purple color of it is even more vivid against her skin than it was against her shirt.
"What?" Jo says again, and then frowns a little at her hand and then raises it to her mouth and licks the edge of her hand, pink tongue darting out. Nick feels his heart start hammering as he realizes she's licking off a little spatter of his come that he transferred to her wrist. Oh my god. "I don't want my shirt to get dirty!"
"Your shirt isn't...we're not gonna do anything to get your shirt dirty! Put your shirt back on!"
Jo pouts at him. "Whyyy? Don't you like my boobs, Nick?" she asks, like she does every time she dons a new, ridiculous sumo wrestler costume or cop uniform for one of their sound checks and models it for Nick, asking him petulantly, Don't I look gorgeous, Nicky? Wouldn't you date me? She's squishing the cups of her bra together a little and making a deep little valley of cleavage appear between her breasts. Nick hasn't...hasn't seen Jo without a shirt on (for longer than it takes to do a costume change, anyway) in...well, probably close to a year. Her boobs look bigger, somehow, when there's no shirt on them, nothing between them and Nick but a flimsy, silky purple bra. Nick is horrified to feel blood rushing to his dick, starting to fill it again, and only realizes when Jo laughs a little that he's been staring at her chest. "You do like them," she says, grinning huge and looking down at them herself. She nods in satisfaction. "They are pretty fabulous, she says, then raises her eyebrows at Nick. "Wanna feel 'em?"
"Wh-what?"
"Have you ever touched a girl's boobs, Nicky?" she presses. "Miley's?"
"Wh--no! We. We never...no. Jo, please," Nick protests faintly, squirming uncomfortably, feeling way too mixed up and weird. This is clearly all some great joke to Jo and Nick knows he's being laughed at, when he barely has any idea what's going on or how he should be acting right now. He feels like a stupid little kid, and he...he doesn't feel this way around Jo a lot. He pretty much hates it.
Jo stops shifting around, and she leans over Nick, her pigtails swinging down again, looking him in the face with an open, concerned expression. "Nicky...I just wanted to help," she says, sounding for the first time unsure. "I'll go, if you want me too."
Yes, YES, says Nick's rational brain, even as a deep part of him does not want to see her boobs get covered up again. But mostly Nick just feels kind of guilty for putting that little frown between her eyebrows and at the corners of her mouth. Nick has no idea what's going on, but...but he loves Jo, and he trusts her, and he doesn't want her to look like that. He wriggles a little, again. Then he huffs a sigh, a little shaky.
"No. You don't...don't have to go, Jo, just..." He flops his head back. "What is it you wanna show me?"
"Lots," Jo says, and all trace of uncertainty is gone from her voice and she's smiling again. "Here." She picks up his hand, the cleaner of the two, and puts his palm against her breast, the satiny bra feeling slippery beneath his palm. "Now, Nicholas," she says in a snotty teacher voice, "this is a breast, a mammary gland, and it is where milk for babies comes from, I don't know if you knew that--"
Nick scowls, squeezes at her, just to spite her, only...only then it hits him. He's groping Jo's boob. There is a boob in his hand. Oh god. It's...she's soft, beneath the edge of her bra, warmer than she is on her arms or legs. The skin is different, smoother and more delicate, all her heat seeping through. She squeaks a little when Nick clutches at her, then grins at him, her eyes bright.
"You're learning quickly, my young apprentice," she says, and now she sounds like Yoda. A really lame imitation of Yoda. Nick rolls his eyes at her, but he can feel his whole head prickling with heat. "Easier, Nick," she says after a second, just in her regular voice again, only maybe a little breathy on the ends of words. "Just squeeze a little. Oh." Nick complies and her breath catches. It's easier for him to just follow her instructions than it is to think. "Uh. Yes. Like that. Very well done. Gold stars."
Now that Nick's actually doing it, it feels less weird somehow. Like, it's just Jo. It's just his sister. That should, he is aware, make it about fifteen different levels of weird, but he can't actually be that embarrassed in front of Jo. Sure, she's a girl, and there are little bits and pieces of her, of her girlyness, that Nick doesn't understand and that make her foreign. But really, she's just the same girl he put in a headlock earlier today after she gave him a wet willy.
It's just Jo.
And she is so. Pretty.
All of her skin is a really nice even olive tone, like their mom's when she tans in the summer, and where Nick is all pale, sharp angles, Jo's torso is curves of muscle and the dips of her her hipbones above her little shorts. Nick's hands itch to touch her all over, just feel her skin, because it even looks like it would feel different from Nick's own. His breath catches a little and he reaches out tentatively with his other hand, waiting for Jo to stop him. She doesn't. She just watches, waits for Nick to take both her breasts in his hands and knead at her, hesitant. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it as her brow creases again, but this time not from concern.
"Like...like that?" Nick asks her, fascinated with the flickering expression on her face and the flutter of her heartbeat under his hand.
"Yeah, Nicky," she says, nodding. Her lip is reddening up where she was worrying it between her teeth, and there's a little pink hue creeping across her nose. Nick watches all of it until she flicks her eyes up to his and smiles at him lopsidedly.
"D'you think about this?" she asks in a hushed tone. "About girls' tits?" She leans forward into his hand like she can't quite help it, arching her back a little, and Nick's dick is definitely stiffening up now.
The word makes him blush a little more. He's never heard Jo say that before, so it seems dirty, but she says it carelessly, like she's comfortable with it in her mouth. He nods, can't be anything but honest with her when she's looking at him like that, her big dark eyes so familiar but the look in them different than any he's ever seen.
"What else do you think about?" she cajoles him, reaching back behind her like she has an itch. Nick's not paying any attention, so the movement doesn't strike him as important. "Anybody in particular?"
"N-no," Nick lies, and then suddenly her bra has gone slack and she's skimming the straps of it down off her arms. She was unhooking it, Nick realizes, and now the only things holding it up against her are Nick's hands. "Uhhmm," Nick murmurs brilliantly. She laughs a little, reaches up and tugs the bra away, tossing it carelessly to one side. Like it's nothing. Like she isn't sitting half-naked on Nick with his dick going--no, gone hard between them and Nick's fingers just inches from her bare, dark nipples. She's perfect, and Nick wants to touch her so bad.
"No?" she repeats, clearly not believing him. "Suuure, baby brother. Whoever it is, you can pretend I'm her. If you want." She shimmies down the bed a little, more laying along the length of Nick's legs, her head propped up on her hand over his stomach. She smirks up at him. Nick's head spins. "This girl you don't think about. What does she do when you're not thinking about her?"
Her lips are twitching a little with her smile, but before Nick can get offended that she's laughing at him, she slides her free hand up, curls it around his dick. Her fingers are thinner, a little more delicate than Nick's, but they have the same shape, blunted tips, and her palm is warm and dry against him. Nick's breath huffs out like he's had it knocked out of him, and he shudders head to toe. The only thing he can even think just then is, Yeah. This is better.
"Does she not do this?" Jo asks, and she's teasing him mercilessly but Nick can't even care. He can't believe she's..."Or this?" she continues, circling his cock with just her thumb and forefinger and gliding it up and down the length of him. Nick twists his hands in the bedsheets.
"J-Jo," he mutters. "How...where did you learn...?"
"Somebody nice taught me," she says, eyes glittering up at Nick. "And I think somebody nice should teach you, too! I'm nice, right Nicky?"
Nick groans and flops his head back, and Jo just laughs. "You do think I'm nice," she preens, sounding incredibly happy about it, like she was really in doubt and Nick's just reassured her. She gets her knees back under her and sits up again, flipping one of her pigtails back over her shoulder, and she looks...she looks like a wet dream and she's so warm and solid on Nick's legs. He can't stop himself propping up on one elbow and reaching out to touch her stomach, like it's a foreign object. Her muscles twitch and she gasps, Nick's hand trailing up over all that nut-colored skin. His hand looks really white against her left breast when he shapes his hand to the curve of it.
"You do think I'm nice," Jo repeats, in that low, smoky tone of voice that sounds so totally different from her normal one. It makes Nick shiver, makes him nod, makes him forget that he should be caring that this isn't just in his head anymore.
"Yeah," he replies, and he sounds like a little kid even to himself. But Jo's eyelids dip a little and she smiles at Nick again, this time not a trace of mockery around her mouth. She reaches up the hand that is not still curled loosely around Nick's dick to bury her fingers in his hair, pet him gently. Encouraged, Nick makes an unsure sound even as he leans in and puts his lips to Jo's left nipple, kisses her there. The skin is pebbly and strange against his mouth, against his tongue as he licks her there and her nipple tightens up. Her breathing's gone funny.
"Nick," she sighs out, and Nick cups her other breast, Jo's fingers tightening in his curls as he licks that nipple, too. He digs his fingers in a little, squeezing at her, and yeah, these are exactly the sort of boobs he likes. Jo's are perfect, the perfect size and shape and weight, the perfect feeling in his hands. "Oh god, Nicky. Yeah. That's..." Her head sags forward, chin toward her chest as her mouth falls open. Nick watches, fascinated, still kneading at her tits. He brushes his thumbs across her nipples and she hisses; his cock flexes in her hand.
It would seem more messed up if Nick could think about anything but how gorgeous she looks. She's always gorgeous, but even more so now.
She presses into his hands a little more. Nick kisses at all her soft, pliant skin, the side of her neck and her cleavage when he presses her breasts together, licking her breastbone just because it seems like the thing to do. He can't even think at all, anymore, just wants to bury himself in his sister, wrap up in her softness. He isn't even aware of Jo tugging on his hair for a moment, and he grunts, grumpy, when she finally manages to pull his face out of her tits.
"Nicky," she says, breathless and amused. "Lay, lay back. Here." She coaxes him down, flat on his back, though he resists a little at first. He wants to stay close to her. She laughs a little and pulls his elbow out from under him so he flops down the rest of the way. "There. Jeez, just do what I say for once." She clambers up a little, fishes in Nick's nightstand for a little bottle of lotion even Nick had forgotten was there. He tries to reach for her again, wants her to lay on top of him, rub their skin together, but she ducks out of his hold. "Huh-uh. My turn," she says.
She warms lotion between her palms and then runs it up Nick's cock, base to tip, hand over hand. Nick groans, louder than he means to, and glances surreptitiously toward the closed door. "Don't worry," Jo says, adds more lotion, not rubbing it in, just using it to make Nick slick. "Kev went out to the store to get snacks. You know that takes him forever."
She's talking about their big brother going grocery shopping while she slides her hand up and down his dick, like it's the most normal thing in the entire world. Her little hand is warm and wet and moving on him fast; Nick's hips buck up, jostle her a little where she's sitting on his thighs. Her boobs bounce fluidly, and Nick does it again, mesmerized. He thinks, that's what she'd look like if she were riding his dick; every time he thrust up into her, he'd make her tits bounce like that, obscene.
She seems to realize what he's doing, smirks a little. She's blushing all over her cheeks, now, and her eyes look darker than normal in her face. "Typical boy," she says, but it's affectionate and warm, so Nick doesn't think she actually minds. She lets go of his cock - Nick whines a little in his throat and she shushes him gently - to lean up over him on hands and knees. Her hair hangs down in two dark curtains, her boobs swinging a little below her chest, and Nick just has time to wonder what she's doing before she leans down, presses her breasts against his lower stomach, rubs her chest back and forth over his dick. Nick makes a strangled sound and ruts up without even meaning to, his cock slipping against her soft, soft skin.
"Mmm, hang on," she says softly, sounding out of breath. She shoves her boobs together, traps his dick between them. "Okay. Now try."
Shaking, Nick rolls his hips up, and...shit. Jo's tits around him make this perfect little space for him to fuck into, slick with lotion and now precum. He can see it welling up on the tip of his cock as it slides up through Jo's cleavage, flushed and wet against her skin. She looks up at him and that alone nearly makes Nick lose it, seeing her look at him with his dick caught between her boobs.
"Is that good?" she asks, and she's really asking, she's genuinely curious because of course she doesn't know for real, she doesn't have a dick. And all Nick can even manage in reply is a low, ragged moan and another thrust of his hips. "Oh," she says, seeming startled, and then grins, pushes her tits together just a little tighter. "You can, Nick," she says breathlessly, and it's all the permission he needs. He starts fucking her tits, jarring her a little with every thrust. She's so warm, her skin soft and hot around him, and this is...this is what it's like, Nick thinks, what it's like to fuck a girl. Tight, hot, wet. He wonders if Jo's like this inside, if she's even tighter, maybe. He wonders if she'd let him do that, too, open her up with his fingers and his tongue and his dick...
"Jo, Jo!" he groans, jerking into her breasts with mindless, sharp thrusts as the mental images swamp him, too much. It's not much of a warning, but it's all he can manage before he throws his head back and comes, spurting into the space between her tits, just as if he were coming into her cunt. He ruts up, once, twice more, shooting off a couple more times before he's just twitching and shaking with aftershocks. He sighs heavily, his heart pounding, and then pries his eyes open to see her, see what she looks like, see what he's done. There's...there's come everywhere, pearl-white and slick, dripping down the front of her tits where she's still got Nick's cock pressed between them. There's a stripe of it up her throat all the way to her chin. She looks filthy, and she's smiling, her eyes black with dilation.
"Oh my god, Nicky," she whispers, and sits up slow, lets his dick slip out from its nice tight spot. She looks down at herself, drags a finger through the come slipping down her chest and sucks it off her finger. She licks her lips, leaving them wet, and Nick wishes it were humanly possible to get hard again that fast, because she is unbelievably hot. She grins at him again, wicked. "You came a ton."
Nick lies there panting and looking up at her in disbelief as she licks a few more drops of his spunk off her knuckles. He can't take just looking at her anymore, sits up and reaches for her. She looks startled, then laughs a little when he curls his trembling fingers into her shorts and starts pulling them open. "Nicky, Nick, you don't have to--" Her voice turns into a hitching groan when Nick worms his fingers down inside her pants, feels that her little white panties are soaked through with her wetness. He looks up at her with wide, shocked eyes, and she bites her lip a little, almost embarrassed.
Nick withdraws his hand, takes her by the waist, and flips them, tossing her down on the bed with a bounce (her boobs bouncing for another couple of seconds afterward). She gasps as Nick gets between her legs and wrestles down her shorts, but then she seems to snap back to herself and lifts her legs and hips, hooking her thumbs into her panties and peeling them down too. Nick throws them frantically in the floor, and then he just stares.
He didn't know that Jo shaved. He didn't know that girls really do look like that. He didn't know they got that wet, so that he can see the shine of her slick in the light. He reaches out and pushes open her thighs a little more, and she lets her legs fall open, watching him. He can't believe she really looks like this. He can't believe how much he wants to touch her.
"Nick," she whispers, and he looks up, sees her looking back at him, hair flung dark from her pigtails against the pillow. She's still spattered wet with his come, and she already looks like she's been fucked hard, all flushed and spread out for him. She bites her lip again and reaches a hand down, spreading herself open with her fingers. Nick can see how pink and wet she is. He edges closer, slides his hand up to touch her tentatively, slip his finger up and down her opening. Jo gasps, puts her hand over his and guides his fingers up to her clit. She shudders the second he touches it, tipping her head back and grabbing at the pillow with her other hand. "Oh, god, Nick."
Nick crawls up her body a little, not withdrawing his hand. He circles a little clumsily at her clit, making her jerk involuntarily now and then, as he leans down and licks off some of his own come from her right breast. She sucks in a trembling breath. He makes a little face at how it tastes, bitter salt-sweetness, but he cleans off her tit before he starts licking at her nipple, slow and soft. Jo's whole body arches and she makes a broken little sound, and Nick finds that this is even better, with Jo beyond speaking and him calling the shots. He feels out her hole, where she's wettest, and slips his middle finger inside. There's no resistance, she's too slick, but she's tight, god, even just around his finger. He wonders what it would be like to get his dick in there.
Her hips rock down on his finger, getting him deeper, and she lets go of the pillow to grab at his arm instead, her fingernails biting into his muscle. Her chest is heaving up and down with her breathing, Nick lapping at her soft tit, sucking just a little on her nipple, not expecting her to moan so loud. She sounds...she sounds kind of slutty like that, and it's nothing at all like Nick was expecting. He wants her to keep sounding like that. He licks his way across to her other nipple, sucking harder on it, and she's fucking herself down hard on his finger, grinding on him, whimpering.
"Nicky, oh god, oh, more, please!" she begs, so Nick tries to fit another finger into her, prods at her with his forefinger, too, until it slips in alongside, stretching her out, almost too tight around him. Jo's fingers tighten almost painfully around Nick's arm and she nods frantically, eyes squeezed shut, putting her other hand on her clit and rubbing. There are wet sounds from those hurried little movements, from Nick fucking his fingers into her over and over, and he can't stop tasting her, sucking open-mouthed kisses along the curves of her breasts and sucking on her nipples helplessly. He grazes one with his teeth and then circles it with his tongue and then Jo is howling, her legs clamping up around Nick's hand and arm and...and her muscles inside squeezing him, pulsing and fluttering around him while she writhes.
Nick goes still in shock, mouth slack and wet against her tit, while she rides it out. Finally her groans subside into panted breaths and Nick can feel her body's pulses slowing, tapering off. He had no idea that's what it felt like for a girl to come. He can't even wait til he can be inside, feel that around his dick as he's shooting off. He wonders if maybe Jo will let him do that, next time.
She blinks open her big dark eyes and smiles up at him, sloppy with weariness. "Wow," she says, flinching a little as Nick slowly pulls his fingers out of her. She stretches languidly while he looks at his shiny-wet fingers. Laughing, Jo sits up and pops them in her mouth, one after the other, sucking them clean. Nick blinks at her, utterly shocked, and when she just smiles at him, surges forward and kissing her, licking at her lips to taste her. She sighs and kisses back, lets him sweep the inside of her mouth with his tongue, shivering. Biting his lip a little, she pulls back to look at him.
"So many gold stars, Nicky," she says, grinning big and wicked. "You totally wanna date me, don't you?" she asks, teasing him. Nick can only duck his head and blush, and Jo laughs.